[Was it really? Was anything about this actually alright? They were dead and apparently this wasn't going to be some idyllic afterlife. But it was the only chance they were ever going to have. They could never have had this in life. Could never have had each other.
Because Noctis was a prince. A king. And there were rules that had to be followed. A laundry list of things that were forbidden. Noctis was untouchable. It didn't matter what feelings had grown between them, how intense and real and wanted they were. Because the path that had been chosen for him didn't include some fling with his adviser. It was linear, a one way trip with no deviations.
This wasn't just breaking from that intended path, it was leaving it behind as if it had never existed at all.]
I'm not a king anymore. [And that was the most important distinction. That which took this and transformed it from something forbidden into something which was possible.
Hands slipped downwards, cupped each cheek with that same gentleness, wide pad of his thumb tracing along the scar that now split Ignis' lower lip.] And you're not my adviser. We're Ignis and Noctis.
[It's so easy to lean in, to press another kiss against those lips. It comes so naturally, like he had been doing it for years. And he had, inside of his imagination, where the thoughts were safe, locked away from anyone who might try to take them.] And this is what I want.
[It is because they were set on that one linear path for so long that it's so hard to break from it. Even now, when they have nothing else to lose- they lost their lives already. But Noct's words are a wake-up call from it all, a very simple truth that Ignis' mind has yet to accept. To get used to it.
Noctis is not a King. Ignis is not an advisor. They have no duties to the Crown here.
His head tilts into the touch, a soft sigh slipping past his lips. It's so comforting, in a way that words cannot describe it. The kiss sends a shiver that has nothing to do with cold and such soft touch is making his heart almost beat out of his chest. This feels... good. Normal. Like it was meant to be from a very long time ago.
Both of Ignis' hands come to cup Noct's face- yes, perhaps they are just Ignis and Noctis here, but in a way, Noct will forever be his King. The only person he will ever bow to.]
Then... will you let Ignis protect you, Noct? [He turns his head to press a soft kiss on Noct's palm.] Because that's what I want. This. And that. And everything else that comes with all of it.
There are so many ways to answer that question, and none of them are the one that Ignis wants.
Ignis had already protected him. Had already given everything to try and save him. That's why they were here together instead of him being alone. Ignis was meant to protect him, to guide him. To keep him safe. Not quite his shield but just as fierce and twice as loyal.
That wasn't what Noctis wanted. Had never been what he wanted. Those who had sworn their lives to him had suffered so much because of it. Because of him. They had stuck by his side, always, and all he had ever done was cause all of them pain. He couldn't do that. Not to Ignis. Not anymore.
But Ignis speaks those words, kisses his palm like he's something precious, and his heart skips a beat. Aches with how much they both want this. How much they both want each other. Ignis wants this, wants him, and it's a revelation that had only ever come to him before in dreams. Always leaving him feeling hollow when he wakes, like something is missing that should be there.
Part of him understands, because all he wants is to protect Ignis. To keep him safe. To fight and give everything for the chance. It's like the two sides are at war within him, and he can't decide which one to chose. Yes or no.
Ignis wants this. Wants him. Wants everything that will come along with it. They both know the risk. Know exactly what they're getting themselves into.]
Yes. [It's more like a sigh than a spoken word, bright eyes falling shut as he nuzzled into the gentle touch.] I'll give you everything, Ignis. [It's like a promise that's been waiting for far too long to be made, slipping out so easily, so readily.] But only if you'll let me protect you too. [The single condition. The only thing he would ask for in return. That he be allowed to give the same for Ignis. That his life would no longer be held as somehow more important.
It wasn't. And he didn't want it if Ignis was no longer in it.]
[One day, Noctis will finally accept that what Ignis did was his choice, his decision. And while it resulted in him dying, it almost felt liberating because- it was his own free decision. Not guided by the rules of anything. The fact that Noct was a prince and king he should protect is just a coincidence. He'd do this regardless of what Noctis is.
But until that day comes, until Noct comes to terms with it, Ignis will be there to reassure him. Because he knows that Noct didn't want any one of them to die- for him or no.
Offering Noctis a smile, Ignis gives Noctis a small nod and presses a long kiss to his forehead.]
You always did protect me. It would be rude of me to stop you.
[Noctis' life is important to Ignis as much his own life is important to Noctis. It always was that way, only shrouded by the obligations. Here- the knowledge of it all can "run free", so to speak.]
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Because Noctis was a prince. A king. And there were rules that had to be followed. A laundry list of things that were forbidden. Noctis was untouchable. It didn't matter what feelings had grown between them, how intense and real and wanted they were. Because the path that had been chosen for him didn't include some fling with his adviser. It was linear, a one way trip with no deviations.
This wasn't just breaking from that intended path, it was leaving it behind as if it had never existed at all.]
I'm not a king anymore. [And that was the most important distinction. That which took this and transformed it from something forbidden into something which was possible.
Hands slipped downwards, cupped each cheek with that same gentleness, wide pad of his thumb tracing along the scar that now split Ignis' lower lip.] And you're not my adviser. We're Ignis and Noctis.
[It's so easy to lean in, to press another kiss against those lips. It comes so naturally, like he had been doing it for years. And he had, inside of his imagination, where the thoughts were safe, locked away from anyone who might try to take them.] And this is what I want.
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Noctis is not a King. Ignis is not an advisor. They have no duties to the Crown here.
His head tilts into the touch, a soft sigh slipping past his lips. It's so comforting, in a way that words cannot describe it. The kiss sends a shiver that has nothing to do with cold and such soft touch is making his heart almost beat out of his chest. This feels... good. Normal. Like it was meant to be from a very long time ago.
Both of Ignis' hands come to cup Noct's face- yes, perhaps they are just Ignis and Noctis here, but in a way, Noct will forever be his King. The only person he will ever bow to.]
Then... will you let Ignis protect you, Noct? [He turns his head to press a soft kiss on Noct's palm.] Because that's what I want. This. And that. And everything else that comes with all of it.
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Ignis had already protected him. Had already given everything to try and save him. That's why they were here together instead of him being alone. Ignis was meant to protect him, to guide him. To keep him safe. Not quite his shield but just as fierce and twice as loyal.
That wasn't what Noctis wanted. Had never been what he wanted. Those who had sworn their lives to him had suffered so much because of it. Because of him. They had stuck by his side, always, and all he had ever done was cause all of them pain. He couldn't do that. Not to Ignis. Not anymore.
But Ignis speaks those words, kisses his palm like he's something precious, and his heart skips a beat. Aches with how much they both want this. How much they both want each other. Ignis wants this, wants him, and it's a revelation that had only ever come to him before in dreams. Always leaving him feeling hollow when he wakes, like something is missing that should be there.
Part of him understands, because all he wants is to protect Ignis. To keep him safe. To fight and give everything for the chance. It's like the two sides are at war within him, and he can't decide which one to chose. Yes or no.
Ignis wants this. Wants him. Wants everything that will come along with it. They both know the risk. Know exactly what they're getting themselves into.]
Yes. [It's more like a sigh than a spoken word, bright eyes falling shut as he nuzzled into the gentle touch.] I'll give you everything, Ignis. [It's like a promise that's been waiting for far too long to be made, slipping out so easily, so readily.] But only if you'll let me protect you too. [The single condition. The only thing he would ask for in return. That he be allowed to give the same for Ignis. That his life would no longer be held as somehow more important.
It wasn't. And he didn't want it if Ignis was no longer in it.]
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But until that day comes, until Noct comes to terms with it, Ignis will be there to reassure him. Because he knows that Noct didn't want any one of them to die- for him or no.
Offering Noctis a smile, Ignis gives Noctis a small nod and presses a long kiss to his forehead.]
You always did protect me. It would be rude of me to stop you.
[Noctis' life is important to Ignis as much his own life is important to Noctis. It always was that way, only shrouded by the obligations. Here- the knowledge of it all can "run free", so to speak.]
I'll stay by your side. Always.
[A promise that beats even death.]